One night, my daughter and I were chilling. When the perfect idea came up!
Let’s have a “Just Dance Challenge”. Now I’m not gonna front, i’m an old man in the dancing game. I just don’t move like I used to, it is what it is, regardless this little challenge was actually inspiring.
It was pretty dope to see my daughter naturally pick up the love for dance. Now as a parents, we hint and make it extremely accessible to her (since she was born), yet allowed her to explore it on her own. I’m proud to say that she loves to dance and is self motivated.
I already knew it would happen, when was the answer that I didn’t know. Now that I see her little body absorbing movement like a sponge, I will dance more around her and teach her my philosophical beliefs on movement.
I want her to understand the limitless possibilities of expression with the body. How to push past her boundaries and develop a sense of self with her movements. This is gonna be fun and something that I’ve always dreamed of. I didn’t have a son to teach it to, but she’s more than enough and way tougher. She’s perfect and will know the secret art of The Kuyateh dance!
So FYI, i’m seeing these dances for the first time and they show up mad quick. No excuses either way, she beat me.